February 14 of a certain year, Valentine's Day.

Although the deadline is imminent.

But on this day, Mr. Dan still put his work aside and cleaned up the apartment early, looking relaxed and happy.

Today, this popular light family is going to take advantage of the festival with special significance to gather with several old friends.

Light deadline or something?

Pull over slightly.

- Having said that, Dan is still very panicked.

As a light author, the egg at the beginning was very hardworking.

But time will always change a person, after many years, the former little white light writer has become today's old fritters.

Delaying the manuscript and fighting wits and courage with the editor are commonplace.

You urge you to urge, I will resolutely not deliver the manuscript until the death line, which is very similar to Su Chen's demeanor back then.

It's just that it is different from Su Chen's only god treatment at that time.

Mr. Dan now has ancestors to open the way, so at best he can only be regarded as a popular light family.

Judging by the biological chain of the author and editor, he is still very afraid of editing this creature.

It just so happens that his editor's whispering, four years later, is still a relatively irritable type......

So.

In the end, this wave is still cowardly.

Early in the morning, when there were still ten hours before the party, Mr. Dan made an appointment with his friend Sansan, and the destination was a nearby karaoke.

A person ordered a small bag at karaoke and sat down, and as soon as he thought of the editor's face, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he was squeezing word by word.

After a while, Sansan arrived as promised.

was led to the box by the waiter's young lady, he looked at the familiar face of the egg in the room, and smiled a little after a long time.

But.

When Sansan happily picked up the microphone and was about to order and sing, he found that Mr. Dan had been fiddling with the laptop in his hand on the sofa.

"Mr. Dan, you don't sing?"

"Singing must be with everyone at night, what do you think I called you here in advance?"

Eggman glanced at him.

Sansan looked confused: "Not to sing karaoke with me?" ”

"Sing a fart! I'm here to work. ”

Mr. Dan, "There are sockets here, there are things to eat, drinks to drink, and a separate box, and you can sing to change your mood, which is the best place to be a codeword." ”

"Oh, that's right......"

Sansan nodded, picked up the handbell on the table, and then suddenly fell to the sofa.

“…… What a ghost! How can anyone ask a friend to karaoke just to watch you work? Give me an explanation! ”

"Labor and management let their daughter stay at home alone, and they didn't leave any food, so they came to the appointment! The result? You're going to show me this? ”

The three uncles were furious.

"You're ......"

The egg always turned his neck and pushed the tablet to Sansan as if it didn't matter.

In the latter's puzzled gaze, he said lightly: "The tablet I use for leisure has many e-books and games in it, which is enough for you to pass the time......"

"As for your daughter, she is already a primary school student, right?"

"Conan, a primary school student, can solve the case alone, and your daughter will definitely take care of herself at home alone, rest assured."

Sansan: "......?" ”

What the hell is this......

Angrily slammed the tablet on the sofa again, and his anger did not decrease.

- Could it be that the relationship is mixed up and you are starting to torture yourself, right?

"That's why you're going to say it? Gone? ”

"It's gone."

"Okay, then I'll go."

Sansan was angry, got up as if he was fed up, and went directly to open the door.

When Mr. Dan saw it, he was immediately anxious.

It's boring to rush the manuscript, and it's hard to trick a three-three to chat with yourself to pass the time, but this is going to leave?

"Don't, Sansan! Third brother! ”

Exaggeratedly hugging Sansan's thighs, the egg always cries and calls his mother.

"To tell you the truth, I'm dead on today's deadline, and if I don't come out, this volume will be gone! The publishing house directly asked the professional team to pick me up the kind, really, don't lie to you. ”

Sansan threw him away with a disgusted face, and said angrily: "What does your deadline have to do with me?" Is it possible to let me help you code words? ”

“…… I write online articles, not light ones. ”

"Please! You can stay with me for a while, and I will use the fastest speed to code words, and then hand it over to the publishing house. ”

“…… Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to attend the evening party. ”

Egg always folded his hands and pleaded.

This is an instantaneous change in the style of painting...... It's almost a knock.

Hearing this, Sansan is also soft-hearted.

After calling his daughter at home and ordering a takeout, he finally agreed to Mr. Dan's unreasonable request for the sake of his old feelings.

Just when Sansan put down the phone......

Buzz!

Another cell phone on the table suddenly vibrated to show that someone was calling.

After seeing the "whispering" displayed on it, Mr. Dan shrank his neck very obviously.

How afraid is this product to be responsible for the editor?

Sansan, who noticed this scene, was helpless.

At this time, the phone was still ringing......

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Three-second ......

Dan always forced himself to stare at the computer screen, without any intention of answering the phone.

"Is it really okay not to pick up?"

Sansan rolled his eyes, stared at the still vibrating mobile phone and asked, "The caller ID is whispering, isn't he your responsible editor?" ”

A drop of cold sweat slipped down the cheek of the egg.

"Ahhh

He frantically grabbed his hair and let out a series of growl-like wails.

In fact, it's the boss of the relationship if he doesn't answer the phone, but the egg always wants to nod and pretend to be dead.

- Look at the kids.

Sansan's shoulders shrugged.

The water of light writers is much deeper than that of online writers.

Especially for those lazy dog authors who take time off and procrastinate at every turn.

In the case of online articles, you can still find a reason casually, make up an excuse for a single chapter, and delay it if you ask for leave.

But if it is light, there is no such thing as asking for leave or not asking for leave.

- Before the deadline is reached, there is a fixed working time, during which it all depends on the writer's personal arrangement and time management, whether you have to work every day, you have to take a holiday every day.

As long as the manuscript can be delivered on time on the deadline and printed and sold normally, the editor of the publishing house will still be good friends with you......

But if you can't, you haven't written it after the deadline...... Hehe, then wait for you to die.

Of course, this is just for the old fritter writers who are good at delaying the manuscript, if you can deliver the manuscript on time every time without mistakes, then the editor-in-charge will definitely be more iron than you buddy.

"Mr. Dan, are you hiding from the editor today?"

Sansan, who had seen through everything, finished asking, and the egg suddenly trembled:

"Ha, haha, less, less nonsense...... Why do you ask? ”

"Because you, an old otaku, are usually used to writing at home, but today you chose to come to karaoke, definitely because your address was found out by the editor, so you came to karaoke, right?"

"That's true......"

Egg always admitted with a bitter face.

Sansan supported the forehead: "How much is left unwritten?" ”

"Half a volume, about 60,000 words......"

"Ah, this? How did you arrange this time? Sansan was shocked, "It's all the deadline, and half of it hasn't been written?" Lose your marbles? ”

"I've been in a bad state lately......" Egg's voice is getting quieter and quieter.

Sansan gasped: "It's impossible to write 60,000 words a day, right?" Is today really the deadline? ”

Dan always showed a smile that was more ugly than crying: "Ahaha...... In fact, the deadline has already passed more than half a month, and now it should be a real dead line. ”

"You still have the face to say, fast code!"

Sansan was speechless, but also anxious for him.

"Also, how much time do you have left?"

"I don't know ...... either"

“？？？”

"Listen to Sansan, in our light world, there is a difference between the deadline date and the dead line."

Mr. Dan said, "One is that the delay can also be remedied, the false tentative deadline, and the other is that the delay will delay the publication, or the original manuscript will not have time to typeset the poster of the same period, which will kill people, and the real dead deadline." ”

"So you're the latter who will kill now?"

"yes, yes."

"Isn't that the end?"

"yes, it's over......"

Mr. Dan said this sentence calmly, and Sansan sympathized with him.

As stated above.

Generally speaking, the deadline that the editor has negotiated with the light family at the beginning will leave some buffer time for the publication progress, which is called the tentative deadline.

No matter which light family debuts, they are all good babies, cute and new, and they will honestly abide by the tentative deadline, and the editor says that the number of submissions is the number of submissions.

However, as the experience gradually grows old, I will slowly find that the deadline actually has a flexible buffer, and this date is unexpectedly long.

Then, year after year, the experience accumulates day by day, and the veteran driver Qingjia, through communication with other veteran drivers or publishers, slowly, Qingjia can grasp the progress of the entire publishing process, and then calculate the real dead date by himself.

In this way, the experienced ones are stuck in the dead line and are repeatedly tested on the edge of danger.

As the head of the young family, he can also predict the time of the real dead line with his intuition.

- How many pages will it take to make up a volume, how much time it will take to compile a manuscript if it goes well, etc., according to past experience, he has a rough idea of these things.

But at this time, Mr. Dan's intuition was frantically warning him.

I'm afraid that this manuscript will really not catch up with the dead line.

He dragged the manuscript to the editor on three consecutive false tentative deadlines, and all kinds of reasons for back pain and butt pain were mixed up......

If you drag it hard, I'm afraid the book will be lost.

A single book is not as good as the publishing system of a weekly magazine, a dead line is a dead line, and after the dead line, the book is directly gone, and it cannot be published.

In fact.

The call from the editor in charge has been since last night and has not stopped.

But Mr. Dan heard that in the trouble-making team, it is rare for everyone to come out to get together on Valentine's Day tomorrow, so he is ready to delay the deadline again.

It wasn't until this morning that I thought about it carefully and didn't feel right.

It seems that this Nima can't really be handed over if it is delayed, how can you let him break it?

Then I had already agreed with Su Chen and others to have a party, and the egg hurt was not a person inside and out, so he left early in the morning, before the editor came to the door, and made an appointment with Sansan in KTV, trying to escape.

“…… Anyway, come on. ”

Sansan gave him verbal encouragement, and then unceremoniously picked up Mr. Dan's tablet, picked a small game, and played silently.

The latter fidgeted and struggled to type the word on the keyboard for an hour—

"Okay!"

He suddenly raised his head and smiled heartily.

Sansan looked at him in surprise: "You're done?" 60,000 words in an hour? ”

Egg always smiled in confusion.

didn't answer directly, he smiled and invited Sansan: "Come and sing." ”

"Do you have that time......?"

"Let's sing."

“？？？ Are you done with it? ”

"Let's sing."

"Sixty thousand words, that's the end? No way? ”

"Let's sing."

"It's not...... Can you say something else: no. ”

"Anyway, let's sing first!"

The egg always grabbed the microphone irritably.

60,000 words an hour...... Isn't that? Are you a vampire to me? Wrong...... Vampires aren't always easy to do.

Just for a moment, of course, he wasn't done.

Although it's not over, the egg always changes his mood in order to escape from reality, and he sings with Sansan.

So, for the next half hour.

After singing several songs of his favorite singers, Mr. Dan was dripping with sweat.

Sansan showed a bored look.

Say what to sing together...... In fact, it was just this person, like a wheat ba, one song after another, and the dialogue microphone roared for half an hour.

Feelings, he didn't sing a song when he came to the away game.

"Good! It's almost time to continue the codeword! Return to my battlefield! ”

is like a Sichuan opera changing face, and the egg who finished singing quickly became a serious face in seconds, sitting upright in front of the notebook.

However, this time, Mr. Dan opened not the original document, but the private chat window of the editor-in-charge.

"What's that...... How do you say I can explain that the editor in charge will let me go? ”

“？？？” Sansan's face was full of confusion, "You don't code the manuscript anymore?" ”

Mr. Dan wiped a cold sweat wildly: "If I had time to deliver the manuscript, I would have written it earlier, but the time code is 60,000 words a day...... How is that possible? ”

"I have to find an excuse now, sell a wave of miserable, I hope the other party can open the net, give me another wave of grace, and the deadline will be postponed ......"

"You're going too far......"

The thickness of the skin of the three or three pairs of eggs is breathtaking.

After three delays, the deadline will be postponed?

Is this Nima a personal thing?

I'm the editor-in-charge, and I'm so angry.

Turning a blind eye to Sansan's strange "attention ceremony".

Mr. Dan is already thinking about how to sell miserably to the editor.

If you're sincere, look like this:

[Thank you for your care, I am an egg.

I would like to report to you that due to my own health, it seems impossible to complete the original manuscript of the new volume of "Listen to Daddy" by the deadline.

I'm really sorry, can you give it another two days? 】

"It's okay to write like this, right?"

In just one minute, Mr. Dan showed Sansan the draft report that had just been coded out, and the latter was already dumbfounded:

"Why are you so skilled?"

"How many times have you done this kind of thing in the past four years?"

Dan always smirked: "Will you remember how many slices of bread you have eaten?" ”

Sansan: "......"

Well, Mr. Egg.

Although I have tried to overestimate the thickness of your cheeks......

But I eventually found that I was underestimating.

The shocked Sansan was powerless to complain.

Mr. Dan's attitude was very serious, "Don't change the topic, just tell me objectively, is this report okay?" ”

"Go for an egg! I'm the editor-in-charge, and my mouth is already crooked. ”

……